To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.

Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

Everything bows to success, even grammar.

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

It is often necessary to know how to obey a woman in order sometimes to have the right to command her.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.